The Success Story

P.S. Notes from my desk #8

~Tasneem Kagalwalla~

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No is as good a word as Yes.

P.S. Notes from my desk #23

No…

No’s a word you learned early on.

Pretty much, soon after you were born.

Every time you would stick your finger,

In another kids eyeball.

Or just about to fall.

Into danger crawl.

Or get into a brawl.

Aww no, don’t bawl.

Yes…

Yes. Over the years you forgot.

A word you were as a child taught.

No is a bad word you now thought.

And ended up saying yes.

To a lot of things you should not.

Regardless of the stress it brought.

When caught in a spot,

You said yes, happy or not.

So…

So here I am today.

To remind you my bae;

Take some time, don’t reply right away.

Don’t lie, it’s not a morality play.

Nor make excuses, fumble or shy away.

Or over explain yourself, day after day.

Coz you know love, it’s really okay.

To say no, once in a way.

~Tasneem Kagalwalla~

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Nothing means Everything.

P.S. Notes from my desk #22

In case you’re going what the eff in your head. 

And she’s just all over the place;

Gee! Really! She says, you don’t know huh?!

Go ahead! Leave! Clearly seeing red.

And you’re clueless, was it something I did or said?

As you take your pillow; walk over to the spare bed.

You lie there, thinking…

God! She’s impossible and I’m brain dead.

Then try this my friend;

Go back; with love, ask what happened instead.

Nothing!!! She’ll say, ready for bloodshed.

Don’t leave then; stick around,

Ask again. And again. Times hundred.

Until she’ll soften, her voice, it’ll crack.

Tears will fall; she’ll talk, her hurt she’ll shed.

Hug her then, hold her tight.

Tell her you love her, don’t leave that unsaid.

Then watch your world come alive,

You’ll wake up in your double bed,

Here honey; she’ll say, here’s your coffee in bed.

Once again you’ll go; what the eff in your head.

How did I go from being a shithead to a thoroughbred?

Oh well! Maybe it’s just me, you’ll grin in bed.

But deep down you’ll know,

As you’ll bite into your buttered bread.

It was all in a poem, you once read.

Tasneem Kagalwalla~

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I'm Over-sized.

P.S. Notes from my desk #21

Aren’t appearances just a disguise? 

True beauty is not trapped in a size. 

My hips when measured lengthwise, 

May not win me any prize. 

But my smile over sized, 

I assure you, will hypnotize, 

And make you realize. 

That it’s about time you humanize. 

Stop. Don’t stigmatize. 

Why do you standardize? 

Force beauty to customize. 

Over emphasize… 

The need to serialize. 

Small, medium, large. 

So compartmentalized. 

Therefore today I apologize… 

But to hell with what you patronize. 

For if beauty were to be judged by a size. 

Then I’d be a XXXL in your eyes, 

Even if day and night, I’d exercise. 

For that’s how big my heart is, 

I wear it on my sleeve, full size.   

~Tasneem Kagalwalla~

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You can fight the dark.

P.S. Notes from my desk #20

When what you’ve left behind is too far out. 

N what you have in front is a complete black out. 

When you’ve set foot on a path of no return. 

Where there are no left, right or chances of a u – turn. 

Walk on; continue the struggle. 

Face the trouble. After trouble. 

You will see the light – 

Not necessarily at the end of the tunnel.  

For many a journey is walked in darkness. 

A star shines only in blackness. 

When the light you seek, becomes the light within. 

When you reach there; you realize, you win. 

~Tasneem Kagalwalla~

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Words boomerang.

P.S. Notes from my desk #19

Don’t you think words are debunked these days?

Whatever happened to the sentence, the whole phrase?

And in the spirit of change, being one with the times,

I’m even fine with the OMG’s n LOL’s most times.

It’s not so much the slang…

I’m cool like that, with me and my gang.

It’s when words you use, make no sense at all.

It’s like when you look at that text…

And wanna bang your head against the wall.

Like what is a K? The letter before L, or the one after J.

I type my heart out and you reply with an OK?!!

Epic is when I tell you how meh my day was, what I did n where I was.

And while I wait for you to type, what I get is a ‘Hmmm’ after a long pause.

N wassup bae, are you completely cuckoo?

Who writes thank you - to an ‘I love you’?!

So with this, I’m merely saying.

Watch what you’re conveying.

Like in life, what you give you get.

Slang or no slang.

Your words matter. They too boomerang.

~Tasneem Kagalwalla~

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How are you is (not) a trick question.

P.S. Notes from my desk #18

How are you? – I’m good.

Almost like a reflex. Like we should.

Better be good. Say that - since childhood.

What is the likelihood? Of saying the truth.

I’m angry, hurt or sad. Actually broken, understood?!

How many times do you lie? Fight back your tears and deny.

Are you okay? You fake a smile.

With bloodshot eyes n trembling hands,

An aching heart n one helluva spine,

You always say - Yeah! I’m fine.

These questions we ask. Almost as a cursory task.

Do we really wanna know, what’s behind the mask?

So today, here I am.

Extending my arm – No pretense, no sham.

I’ve stopped to listen. You’re not a passing glance.

Let’s talk. Share. Make the most of this happenstance.

You tell me how you are. Unedited. Time no bar.

It’s not a trick question. No ulterior motives by far.

Just a genuine concern. Wanna know how you’re doing so far.

Come; tell me the truth, my rock star!

~Tasneem Kagalwalla~

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Your gut talks.

P.S. Notes from my desk #16

When the day hits you hard. Or life catches you off guard.

When a grey overcast hovers over your bright forecast.

When you’re running too fast. Or too slow.

When you don’t know, whether to hold on - or let go.

When tossed and teased – you swim - struggling against the flow.

Confused and low. You look for support. Someone you know.

None. There’s no one. This is your show. And you’re flying solo.

Tired. You pause. Take a moment. Sit awhile, in your shadow.

You close your eyes. Many thoughts vandalize. Some real. Some lies.

You breathe. Deep. You visualize. A calm - instead of this noise.

Your mind finally surrenders. Now at peace. Your heart beats, as it centers.

A small voice then whispers. Softly it speaks. It reminds. And it remembers.

You hesitate. What was that? You contemplate.

But the voice innate. You just feel it. You relate.

Like a knowing. You connect. You trust.

Yes. Your gut talks. Listen. You must.

~Tasneem Kagalwalla~

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We need to talk.

P.S. Notes from my desk #15

We need to talk. Like really talk.

Like lovers do. Like we used to.

It’s not a warning sign. Or a deadline.

Talk to me. Just a genuine whine.

Let’s be uncontained - For the parameters.

Unfit - for a 140 characters.

Let’s not hate. Through any status update.

Let’s talk to the face. Up straight.

Let’s share. Iterate. And reiterate. Be elaborate.

Let’s not gag - our swag - in a hash tag.

Let’s undress. Be unrehearsed. Filter-less.

Drown in my soul - without finesse. Let’s be limitless.

Let’s be more than a smiley. Or a heart beating at a crescendo.

Let’s not remain incognito. Lost in virtual innuendo.

Let our voices be our echo. Let’s build our own tempo.

Let’s wind back the clock. Open the door. Knock - knock.

Here I am. Wanna take a walk?

We need to talk. Like really talk.

Like lovers do. Like we used to.

~Tasneem Kagalwalla~

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I'm (not) busy.

P.S. Notes from my desk #14

I’m busy, you say. What a day!

Can’t chat. Can I call you back?

Tied up – I’ll get back.

Surely. Before I hit the sack.

Please; not right now. Can’t promise.

But I’ll be there somehow.

Tomorrow. Anyhow.

He waits. She waits.

And love tolerates.

Moments hesitate…

As time evaporates.

A mother. A father. A lover or friend.

Little kids who believe,

Your every amend.

Over time they die. They suffocate.

Kith and kin. So squeezed in.

Trying to fit in.

Listen. Busy is an excuse. Much like treason.

You cheat yourself, thinking it’s with valid reason.

And I know. I see. This life is anything but easy.

You work hard. And you have all my empathy.

But please make time. Prioritize readily.

I’m not a reminder. Do it willingly.

And wait; Give me a sec. I’ll be gone in a jiffy.

Just need to say this, real quickly.

For believe you me - Really.

I’ve got things to do too

It’s not like I’m not busy.

~Tasneem Kagalwalla~

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Life goes on.

P.S. Notes from my desk #12

I’ve always been a bit of a planner.

Like where I’ll go and what I’ll be,

When and in what manner.

Meticulous. My lists.

Wrote them diligently.

Friends often teased, called me OCD.

But I knew better, or so I thought.

Naïve, at age 20.

But life had other plans; ironically

Too many things, I didn’t foresee

I stumbled. I fell. Restarted consistently.

Learn, unlearn, relearn became key,

So many twists and turns, seriously!

This test of my patience, grit and ability.

My plans clearly - now history,

Bring it on – reborn, by age 30

Today I know better, here’s my clarity.

Live bravely; love life - unconditionally.

For it comes with little to no guarantee.

Fight. Face a curve ball, almost willingly.

Live each moment, fearlessly

For here’s the truth, undeniably.

This too shall pass, most definitely,

Life goes on; inevitably.

~Tasneem Kagalwalla~

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